Saturday, April 23, 2016

On the 400th Anniversary of Shakespeare's Passing

                    Here's a modification of one of his better known sonnets;  documenting the current plight of one's favorite soccer team:

Ode to Norwich City

Shall I relegate thee on a Summer's day?
Thou art so pointless and so desperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Premier time hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of City fans,
And oft now is their bright complexion dimmed,
As every loss from win sometime declines,
By chance, with City's downward plunge untrimmed:
But thy eternal yo-yo shall not fade,
Nor gain possession of that ball thou ow'st,
Nor Ipswich brag thou wander'st in their shade,
Tho’ thy eternal shots shall hit the post,
 So long as fans can breathe, or fans can see,

 So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

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